Author's note: Hey kiddos! Enjoy this new chapter! It's definitely dedicated to StrawberryPajamas! Thanks for helping me out with the Office timeline...thingy. That'll really help in later chapters. Also, sorry (again) about how short this post is. I promise that the next couple will be longer. And will be put up here very soon! Anyway, thanks for reading!
"Sure he is, Michael. But I just don't think that we should hire someone based on how attractive he might be."
"'Might be?' Have you seen Ryan?" She simply stared back. "Alright, Pam," he replied, his sassy voice returning. "But maybe attractiveness is the key to a good business!" She continued to stare, emotionless. "Look, Dunder Mifflin isn't doing so great."
"Better than we are…"
"Hey!" Michael interrupted. "That is neither here nor there. What I'm saying is, Dunder Mifflin is slowly losing business. And maybe it's because they don't care about how hot their employees are. I mean, have you looked at some of the people back at the office?" Pam rolled her eyes, but he continued. "I mean, the only good-looking people working there were Jim, you, and me, obviously. And now, you and I are gone. We just took away three-fourths of the hot people in that office!"
Pam's brow furrowed as she tried to figure out Michael's math. Eventually, she gave up, sighing and tossing her arms in the air ever-so-slightly. "Michael, we're not hiring Ryan. I can't." The second sentence was quietly thrown in. She had wanted to come toward this new business adventure with an open mind, and wanted to make all the decisions with the least use of her heart possible. But bringing Ryan into the picture changed things. Definitely changed things.
"Oh Pam. Ryan is everything I'm not and everything I am. He's the whole package. We've got to hire him!"
"No," she whispered back. Her voice continued to shrink as the conversation went on. Michael seemed to sense that she wasn't going to back down. She just prayed that he didn't know why.
"Alright," he gave in. Her eyes thanked him silently, but he didn't notice. "Oh, Vikram! Best salesman I ever met. He worked at that telemarketing place."
"Okay," she replied with a smile, and wrote his name under the "Dream Team" section of her notebook. "We'll find him."
"Good, we better. You know, once, he sold diet pills to a fatty and an anorexic-y in the same day."
Pam tried to look impressed, but failed. "Michael, those are like the two easiest people to sell diet pills to." He turned toward her, but she took her statement back before he could respond. "But that's great. It's okay. We'll get him."
Michael smiled in response and began pacing once more. "By the way, we have a meeting with a potential investor today." Her eyes grew wide and a huge grin broke her face. "Yeah, Barbara Keebis. She invests in local businesses, and I'm putting together a little presentation for her." Pam laughed a little and told Michael how fantastic the news was. "Yeah, it's not so bad," he laughed with her. "Got a few things cookin', so…" He sat down in an armchair directly in front of her, and his robe did not even attempt to hide anything.
"Hey! We need to get you dressed!" Pam announced, before jumping up to turn around. He obliged and was out of the room a few moments later. Mental note: Call Jim and tell him the baguette has made its triumphant return.